June 27th 2021
Today I’m not sure I have anything in the least bit interesting to write about. That’s not to imply that I believe that the stuff I usually write about is in any way interesting, but at least it’s usually something. Nothing happened to me today. It was completely uninteresting. And it was great.
I followed up my nothing day yesterday with another day of doing nothing. Because I’ve decided to take a week off of running I didn’t even leave the flat again. I will do tomorrow though.
I’ve had my rest week and now I need to get back to it, if solely for the reason that it will give me an excuse to get out of the house again.
Until tomorrow, at least I’m not stuck in bed, that’s progress.